Possessed by a Dark Warrior (13 page)

She pouted, a pretty little one that had him aching to forget what he had been doing, rise over her and take her lower lip between his teeth to nibble on it.

Bleu raked his eyes over her bare body, traversing firm rounded breasts peaked with dusky nipples begging for his mouth, and the flat plane of her stomach, downwards to the place where he wanted to be.

She brought her legs together, stealing it from view.

He frowned at her, earning a wicked smile, and held her gaze as he skimmed his hands up her thighs to her knees and edged them apart, forcing her to open to him again. Her little breathless moan almost did him in and he groaned right back at her, his eyes dropping to the apex of her thighs. She glistened with arousal in the candlelight, making his mouth water and fangs itch, and his hard cock jump in anticipation.

Gods, she would be warm and welcoming, tight around him.

He dipped his left hand between her thighs and felt just how wet she was as she bucked against his fingers, rubbing herself along them. He took hold of his cock in his right hand, unable to deny the urge to fist it as he touched her, running his hand up and down its length as he kneeled between her legs and edged his fingers lower.

Her eyes widened as he pressed one inside her, her body quivering as she tipped her head back and moaned, the low sound filled with pleasure that he could almost feel in her. He increased his grip on his length, matching how tight she was around his finger, and breathed hard, struggling to tamp down the surge of desire as he imagined being inside her.

She rocked against him, riding his finger, and he withdrew it and released his cock before he made a fool of himself. Her glare chastised him but it faded when he leaned over her, his eyes on hers, and lowered himself. Her gaze turned hooded as he swept his tongue over her aroused nub, flicking the pert bead with the tip, eliciting a gasp from her. One of her hands shot to the top of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, gripping tightly, as the other one clutched the pillow above her head.

Her teeth sank into her lower lip and her eyebrows furrowed as he laved her, long slow strokes from core to nub, tasting every delicious inch of her.

When her moans grew in volume, her body tense and flexing, seeking release, he slipped two fingers back inside her. Her heat scalded him, her moisture coating his fingers and allowing them to easily slide in and out. He groaned against her and lightly bit her pert nub, and couldn’t stop himself from rubbing against the mattress to find some relief of his own.

Fuck, he needed to be inside her hot little body, claiming her and spilling himself, feeling her quake around him as she climaxed.

He needed to lose himself in her.

He reared up and over her, caging her between his arms as he supported himself on his fists between her arms and her ribs. She gazed up at him, eyes hazy with desire, dark with need. He growled and kissed her, hard and deep, possessing her mouth in the way he wanted to possess her body. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped herself around him, pulling him down into contact with her. Her moist core pressed against his cock, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned and barely stopped himself from rocking against her, dimly aware that if he did it would be game over and he wanted to find release inside her.

The warmly-lit room spun past him in a blur and he sank into the mattress as she landed on top of him, her smile wicked and eyes hungry. He didn’t resist her as she claimed his wrists and pinned them above his head, shoving them hard against the pillows and then pushing them higher. He obeyed as she made him hold the wooden bars of the headboard, clutching them and surrendering to her.

She lowered her dark gaze to his lips and then his chest, and briefly dipped her body to press into his, caging his erection between them and scalding him with her wet heat. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, and rocked his hips, easily sliding between her thighs, tearing delicious moans from her.

Her breath was hot on his right cheek as she kissed across it, teased him with a brief brush of her mouth across his and continued down the other side of his face. He shuddered as she swept her lips down the line of his throat and kissed the scars on it, mouth following each long ridged line that darted from behind his ear to his collarbone. When she reached the end of the last mark, she kept moving lower, kissing across his chest.

She raked fingernails over his pectorals and he groaned as she caught his nipples, sending a spark of pain-pleasure skittering across his skin. The moan became a growl as she moved lower, stealing her body away from his and leaving his cock exposed to the cooler air. He wanted to haul her back up to him, roll her over and plunge deep into her, but he forced his hands to remain where they were, locked around the headboard, and focused on her as she moved lower, her lips trailing fire across his abdomen.

Anticipation swirled and built inside him, cranking him tighter. His cock kicked, balls tightening as they waited, eager for her attention.

She held herself away from him, only her lips touching his skin together with the satin brush of her hair. Torture. He rolled his hips, every muscle flexing as he tried to reach her, and she clucked her tongue at him. Her hands caught his hips and she pinned them, holding him in place, tearing a groan from his lips that shocked him.

Gods, he had never sounded so lost before, so desperate and wild, but he couldn’t stop himself. He needed her, ached for her touch and for release. She had to feel that. She had to know what she was doing to him, driving him to the edge and over it.

Bleu ground his teeth and frowned as she breathed on his cock, bathing the sensitive head in moist heat.

Too much.

He shuddered and moaned, and began to uncurl his hands.

The first brush of her lips over the head of his length had them clamping so tight around the wooden poles that he heard them snap beneath his grip. He couldn’t feel them give though. He couldn’t feel anything but the intense rush of pleasure that blasted through him as she kissed down his cock and licked back up it, flicking her tongue over the head before tonguing the slit, driving him so far over the edge that he was freefalling with no way of saving himself.

It was game over when she wrapped her lips around him, taking him into her hot mouth, shattering his control.

Everything blurred into one stream of pleasure, bliss so fierce that he lost himself entirely, becoming nothing more than sensation. He rolled his hips in time with her movements, driving back into her mouth as she sucked him.

Gods, this was what he had needed and he revelled in it, gave himself over to it and let it seize control of him, driving everything else out of his mind.

Losing himself in her.

Her gaze was hot on him as her hand joined her mouth, stroking down as she took him back inside and up as she sucked, each one harder than the last. He swallowed and tried to convince his eyes to open, to seek her and watch her as she worked magic on his cock, but it was impossible as he spiralled higher, burned hotter. Her free hand cupped his balls, tugging and teasing, stroking and pushing him higher still.

Hotter still.

He couldn’t take it.

He growled and tensed, every inch of him going taut as his lips peeled back off his teeth. His fangs punched long and his ears flared back, the pointed tips extending as fire and lightning rushed through him.

His hips jerked up, thrusting his cock deep into her mouth as it pulsed, throbbing hard and shooting jets of his seed into her. She swallowed around him, caressed his shaft and his balls, teased him down as he fought for air, her touch gentle now as if she sensed she might break him.

He was on the verge of shattering completely, numbed by his powerful release, blinded by pleasure that was more intense than anything he had experienced before.

When his breathing slowed, his heart settling at last, and he had control over his body again, he slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the female.

Soft striking eyes met his.

Violet-to-white.

The most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

Gods, a male could lose himself in those eyes and never want to come back.

Bleu reached for her and brushed his fingers across her cheek. Her eyes darkened, lips parted, and his heart gave a hard kick as she took his thumb into her mouth and sucked it, holding his gaze.

His cock stirred, hungry for more of the beautiful female who reacted so sweetly to him, passionate and ardent, fierce and possessive.

A little bit wicked.

His perfect match.

Darkness encroached, snuffing out the candles, throwing her into shadow, and he frowned as it swallowed him.

Bleu breathed hard, trembling all over, flushed with heat as his heart pounded. He frowned, confused for a moment, and then groaned and screwed his eyes shut as he threw a mental command to the bedside lamp.

He didn’t want to look.

He convinced his eyes to open.

Shame swept through him as he stared down at his bare legs tangled in the dark blue sheets of the double bed and his cock where it still pulsed against his stomach, and then he grimaced all over again when he spotted the warm liquid pooled in his navel and running down his right side.

Fantastic.

He bit out a sigh and sank into the bed, his body still trembling with the release running through it, turning his bones to rubber beneath his liquid muscles.

Gods, he hadn’t felt a release like that, that intense and powerful, in… he wasn’t sure how long. He didn’t remember it ever feeling that good in reality, and it had only been a dream.

How good would it feel in reality with her?

Bleu shoved that question away before he could supply an answer to it, scrubbed a hand over his face and shook his head.

It was never going to happen. She was an enemy of his kingdom, his princes.

Holy fuck, his day had just gotten a lot worse if he was thinking about Vail as one of his princes again.

He groaned.

That groan only worsened as a soft knock sounded on the door of his room and a familiar female voice travelled through it.

“Are you well, Brother?” Iolanthe said. “You were screaming… or something like it.”

A blush blazed up his cheeks. Yes, his day had just gotten so much worse. The last thing he needed was his little sister hearing him climax from a damned dream. He shouldn’t have stopped to rest at Underworld, the nightclub in London owned by her mate. He should have gone straight back to the stronghold.

“I was having a nightmare,” Bleu snapped, because it seemed true the more he looked at it.

Dreaming of the female dragon was a fucking nightmare.

His whole life felt like one right now.

He recalled the coffee shop, and how he had been on the brink of flirting his way between the pretty blonde’s thighs when the damned dragon had hijacked his mind and his body, and any enthusiasm he had felt for the mortal had deflated. Suddenly, every female in the café had looked unappealing, and all he had been able to think about was the beautiful female who had haunted him for centuries.

The bedroom door opened a crack and Bleu teleported in an instant, appearing before it and slamming the flat of his palm against it, forcing it shut.

Iolanthe squeaked.

“I’m naked.” A reasonable excuse since he was naked and the evidence of his depraved hunger for the female dragon was now running down his thigh. He growled. “Give me a minute. I need a shower.”

“I will wait in the break room. Come along when you feel ready to talk, Bleu.” She moved away but he remained standing at the door, his hand pressed against it and not to keep it shut anymore.

It trembled as it supported his weight.

Talk
.

Bleu cursed his little sister for being so damned astute, so attuned to him. He didn’t do talking and she knew that, so he wasn’t sure why she thought he would this time.

Or why he ended up taking a quick shower, throwing his jeans and t-shirt on, and padding barefoot down the narrow corridor to the break room.

To talk.

Iolanthe looked up as Bleu entered the break room of the nightclub, a basic kitchen tucked into the corner of the room behind her. Her long black hair spilled around her shoulders, blending into her dark satin robe, and her violet eyes greeted him with a tender warmth that only served to pull a sigh from his lips.

Her slender fingers toyed with a red mug filled with coffee, and there was another cup on the round white plastic table top opposite her.

He shoved his damp hair out of his face and slumped into the chair in front of the mug she had evidently poured for him.

He lifted the hideously decorated white cup to his lips, ignoring the spritely unicorn on it. She had chosen it on purpose, secretly amusing herself with how he would react to being given such a childish, feminine drinking vessel. He wasn’t going to give her the pleasure of seeing the reaction she had envisioned. He wasn’t in the mood.

“What is wrong, Brother?” Iolanthe set her red mug down and her face filled with tenderness and concern that warmed him, lifting his mood and chasing away the black storm clouds, leaving him on the verge of sighing into his coffee like some damned female as he contemplated an answer to her question. “When you came to us tonight looking for a place to rest, you did not look tired… you looked weary. Something is troubling you.”

It was, and there was little point in denying it. Iolanthe had been born stubborn, a determined little thing from the moment she had been brought into his world like a ray of purest sunshine, a gift from the gods themselves. She had quickly learned to bend him to her will and the ways of getting whatever she wanted from him, and he had always had difficulty denying her.

“I am hunting the dragon again,” he said and the look she gave him warned that he wasn’t giving her what she wanted—he was giving her excuses.

She folded her arms across her chest.

He sighed into his coffee and couldn’t believe he was about to do this. He was going to talk to her. Hell, his world had already changed beyond recognition. He might as well keep rolling with it and change some other things too.